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FUCK ART MAKE NOISE (he/him)

[invisibleanimals]

Ason Teva - Breathing Asbestos (2026, Invisible Animals)

IA222

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🎶 melting roses in the sun 🎶

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octopus vulgaris ideological blindness slipper of denial

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i never had a mama

‘Venus of Vestoniche’, the oldest known ceramic, from 25 km south of Brno, Czech Republic (Pavlovian, ∼ 27 000 BP)

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medical bankruptcy marginally sentient fungus survive the omnicide

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Visit Original Link

a noisy appropriation of The Beatle's, "Blackbird"

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Horsey McHorse Wraith

[laurence-bouchard]

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In the Ghost Mist

I am always starting again but never from the same place twice. I have too many prologues. Excuses? No, not those. I write the words without memory. The casting changes, but the story never does. This is false.

The ghost-mist memories have become digital, indexed, and archived. What used to be a face without a name (or was it the other way around?) has become both. I web-searched for my rapists’ names. Two names with four faces.

One of them is dead; the other is said to have survived. My assault? Did they survive it? Have I been haunting them?

What a choice to be made! Would I allow myself to linger these many years, whispering encrypted secrets to their nightmares? Appear as a retinal smudge every time they smelled wet straw, petrified manure, and panic? Or would it be better to have mind-wiped me from them completely? I died to myself; could I have died to them? Would I have, had I been given the choice? Any choice?

I have often wondered if I'm already dead and if these words were dreamt, but I realize now that I'm not the ghost; he is. The one they remember. He was dead to them, probably from before and certainly afterward. I may have chosen to be forgotten, but I would have regretted it. He was dead to me, too. Not his fault. Not mine.

My own wiping was superficial. Just gone enough to

[licentiamovendi]

study by @faintpress - multi-panel vispo / a lune found in torn pages from an old novel

seconds wrapped into simple tricks time would go without

[theworldofwars]

A woman moving to another village takes with her the bones of her dead son, decorated with marigolds, the native mourning flower, Balkan Front, June 1916.

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the boy in the bubble

[domlarkin]

T̷H̷E̷ ̷W̸Ü̵M̶M̶E̶ ̶C̷O̷N̸S̸U̵M̸P̴T̵I̴O̷N̸

0̸0̷:̴0̴0̵ [̵V̴O̷L̸T̴A̴G̶E̵ ̸H̷E̴M̷O̷R̵R̶H̶A̷G̵E̶]̵ X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷X̷ A sterile schoolhouse, Wümme’s gray light, A tape loop screams, then vanishes in night. The speaker cones are coughing blood. A serrated frequency hacks at the air— Z̵A̵P̵. G̶R̶I̷N̷D̷. S̸H̷R̸E̸D̶. It’s the sound of a machine, cold and severe, The sound of yourself, trapped listening here.

[̶M̸O̴T̴O̵R̵I̶K̵ ̶S̶I̴N̵G̸U̸L̵A̶R̷I̸T̵Y̵]̶ ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Then—the KICK. The SNARE. A metronome for a heart made of chrome. THUD. WHACK. THUD. WHACK. The fuzz is no longer a sound; it is a solid wall. DUM-tak-DUM-tak-DUM-tak-DUM-tak. The white lines become a solid sheet of light. W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸W̸ A driving, monotonous, hypnotic drone. The bass creeps in, a tectonic shudder, Without a rudder, without a rudder.

[̷T̶H̵E̴ ̸B̵R̴E̶A̴K̴I̴N̸G̸ ̴P̵O̷I̶N̸T̵]̷ Strange, chirping synth birds, a distant, ironic bleep, A somnambulist, surreal, waking sleep. Under a white, white, white, white, German sky. B̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷R̷ It is 1973. It is 3073. The fuzz is a sun. It is blinding. The gearteeth grind the groove to a halt, A shattered, sudden, brilliant vault.

[̷C̸R̵A̸C̵K̷]̵

The glass gives way. The magnets snap. [ ] It was all a pain, a perfect, sudden end.

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cross on the moon conservative lolcows 'Cat, I've farted'

[aholefilledwithtwigs]

So i just noticed that embedded SoundCloud tracks are only a :29 second preview now. This is not something controlled on the Tumblr side— this is an update to the SC api with how it streams through embedded players

I have a gut feeling this change was not about driving listeners to SC so the can get ad revenue (though driving traffic is always a goal)

I bet this change coincided with their new payout structure. 30 seconds is usually the threshold for counting as a Play, so keeping casual listens to under 30 could dramatically decrease payouts to artists while still being able to count it as a stream

I think this will cost more in lost engagement than saved in actually paying artists

[charnel-grounds]

Julia Soboleva, “No. 63”

[ghostlypetal]

ghostlypetal